Ya know sometimes I wonder why I even try to be good, the moment I step out of the house my eye wanders and I see so many temptations. Going to the store I see the hottest young cashier, and do you think I can control myself...nope. Do you think I could simply buy a loaf of bread without flirting, of course not. So I held up her line for a bit and we end up having a drink and sharing a smoke on her break. Not so bad in itself, but she texts me this morning and wants to have lunch and wants to know if anyone monitors my messages. Like I said I try to be good, but my hormones kick in and I am like a teenage boy and cant help myself.